Well, the week is nearly over and the cobwebs are forming in the corners of the blog.
I'm sure you've moved on with your life by now, but the consensus seems to be that the little piggy from the rhyme was sad.
I think he was said, too. Hubs is convinced he was happy. Who knows, really? And who cares, right?
This is my life, people. I spend time pondering the emotional state of swine.
What I really should be concerned with is why a pig would eat roast beef. That's just wrong. There should be some sort of farm animal pact.